Sometimes, I wear this realization
Like a badge of pride.
Smiling outwardly, with a twisted grimace,
I run home,
Turn the shower on hot,
Remove my clothes,
Step inside.
I didn’t bring any of these things with me,
And I won’t take them when I go.
With nothing on which to affix this pin,
It pierces my flesh
And I bleed out.
Submitted March 12, 2018 at 08:08AM by charmander12345678 http://ift.tt/2ImxiF4
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